Xu Mu saw the incoming call notification on his phone and was just about to turn it off when Ye Tong said softly, "Answer it."
"Okay."
Xu Mu switched the scene mode, setting it to autopilot. "Hello, it's so late, what's the matter?"
"I must be the one at fault, dear brother."
Dai Xingluo's unique voice came through. "Could it be that brother has another sister by his side?"
"Be normal. If there's nothing, I'm going to sleep."
Xu Mu spoke into the phone.
"I just wanted to remind you, brother, not to forget about the Heavenly Sword Sect."
Dai Xingluo sighed on the other end. "It seems you've already forgotten."
Hearing this, Xu Mu finally remembered—he really had forgotten.
Mainly because too much had happened at today's martial arts contest for marriage, making him forget his promise to Dai Xingluo to accompany her to the Heavenly Sword Sect.
"I haven't forgotten. I'm already prepared on my end. How about we go tomorrow?"
Xu Mu's original plan was to go to the Heavenly Sword Sect with Dai Xingluo after Jiang Huihui's matters were settled.
"I knew you wouldn't forget, brother."
Dai Xingluo said with a laugh. "Then I'll sleep first."
"Is that Sister Dai Xingluo?"
Because the night was very quiet, Ye Tong could hear everything clearly.
"It's her."
Xu Mu nodded, then tossed his phone aside and switched from autopilot back to manual.
...
Early the next morning, Xu Mu woke up as usual.
He had been busy all day yesterday and had earned a ten-draw. With nothing urgent now, he decided to use the draws first.
Opening the system panel, Xu Mu clicked on the roulette wheel to see what good things he could get this time.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, on obtaining 30 cultivation points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, host, on obtaining 20 attribute points.]
Xu Mu nodded inwardly. Good, the same old reliable rewards again.
Although they were the guaranteed minimum, they were indeed the most useful.
Advancing beyond the Grandmaster realm required the aid of rare treasures.
Many people risked their lives without obtaining them, but Xu Mu could improve steadily.
The attribute points were the same.
For example, yesterday, when Wei Jingzhi and Jiang Mingzhuo exchanged a punch, he noticed that some experts from the sects were even bleeding from the shockwave.
Yet he was completely unharmed, which was enough to prove that his physique was already far beyond ordinary.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, on obtaining the seventh-grade formation, Illusion Array.]
Seeing this, Xu Mu felt a surge of joy.
Seventh-grade formations belonged to the high-level category. He would study what this was about later.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, on obtaining 30 cultivation points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, host, on obtaining a third-grade rare treasure gift box.]
...
[Ding! Congratulations, host, on obtaining 20 attribute points.]
...
Once all the draws were finished, aside from the formation and the gift box, everything else was the guaranteed minimum.
This time, he obtained a total of 150 cultivation points and 80 attribute points.
As before, he evenly distributed all these points across his panel.
As the points were added, he felt his physique and qi becoming stronger than before.
After finishing, Xu Mu checked his panel.
Name: Xu Mu
Identity: Villainous Saint Body, HR Manager of Xu Corporation
Realm: Divine Ability Late Stage
Physique: 1055
Spirit: 1055
Cultivation Value: 160 (Full 800)
Destiny Power: 1142
Xu Mu nodded in satisfaction, then immediately checked the seventh-grade formation.
"Whoa! This formation is pretty good!"
Xu Mu carefully examined this Illusion Array. It turned out to belong to the category of illusion formations.
Not only that, this formation wasn't fixed; it moved with the user.
In simple terms, it could create attacking illusions within a five-meter radius.
The most common one, naturally, was illusionary clones, making it hard for enemies to distinguish the real one.
Of course, that wasn't the ability that surprised Xu Mu.
It was that this formation could be applied to his own body, such as using illusions to alter his appearance.
That was truly impressive.
A seventh-grade formation—ordinary people definitely wouldn't be able to see through it unless they made physical contact.
And since Xu Mu could also change his voice, it would be very useful for future infiltration, escape, and the like.
After everything was done, Xu Mu got up and headed to the bathroom to wash up.
Ye Tong, lying beside him, finally breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed Xu Mu had left.
She had woken up very early and saw Xu Mu lying face up, occasionally moving his hands.
It scared her so much she didn't dare move, afraid of being "taught a lesson" again.
...
After Xu Mu left the bathroom, he found Ye Tong already dressed.
"Good morning, hubby."
Ye Tong greeted him with a smile.
"Morning."
Xu Mu patted Ye Tong's peach and smiled as he headed downstairs.
Today was the day to accompany Dai Xingluo to the Heavenly Sword Sect. He was considering whether to bring help.
Like Chen Xuan or Meng Wanyue.
But upon further thought, he decided against it.
During yesterday's match, Chen Xuan had just severely injured Zhao Gang.
If he went along, Zhao Gang would surely seek revenge.
As for Meng Wanyue, Xu Mu was worried about her safety.
Today, Xu Mu made a simple breakfast, but only Ye Tong came down to eat.
"Where's Little Yu?"
Xu Mu asked, looking at Ye Tong.
"I heard her say yesterday that she doesn't need to get up so early for driving practice."
Ye Tong explained with a smile.
"I've been too busy these past few days. Today, I need to accompany Dai Xingluo to take care of some business."
Xu Mu didn't hide it. He wasn't going out to fool around, so he might as well be open about it.
"Alright. Since you promised to help someone, you should do your best."
Ye Tong said gently. "Sister Xingluo is a very good person. I like her a lot."
Xu Mu scratched his head. Why did it feel like Ye Tong had misunderstood something?
But he couldn't figure out what exactly was wrong.
...
After the meal, Xu Mu drove to Yang City. On the way, he called Dai Xingluo first.
Learning that Dai Xingluo was at the antique market, he sped up.
Arriving at the antique shop, Xu Mu found Dai Xingluo lying on a rocking chair as usual.
Hearing someone enter, she immediately looked up, her face instantly breaking into a smile. "Brother!"
[Favorability +10]
Xu Mu was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected Dai Xingluo to now be like Meng Wanyue, granting favorability points just upon meeting.
"Are you ready?" Xu Mu walked over and asked.
"Ready."
Dai Xingluo stood up from the rocking chair, gently patted her hanfu with her hand, and picked up the long sword resting beside her.
"Then let's go now, and try to finish early."
Xu Mu said with a smile.
"Okay. Old Li, we're leaving."
Dai Xingluo looked back at Li Zizai, who was polishing a porcelain piece.
"Be careful."
Li Zizai said to Dai Xingluo.
After Xu Mu and Dai Xingluo both got in the car, he asked curiously, "Xingluo, who is this Li Zizai?"
"I saved his life. When I was returning from the sect, I encountered him severely injured along the way."
Dai Xingluo explained. "Later, he started following me."
"Did he say what he did?"
"He said he was from a small sect, but the sect was destroyed, and he had nowhere to go, so I took him in."
Dai Xingluo answered without hesitation.
Hearing this, Xu Mu narrowed his eyes. This Li Zizai was clearly an assassin. He was lying to Dai Xingluo.
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